The Baby Assignment [P.P]

The Baby Assignment [P.P]

Summary: When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos

a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls 

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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.” 

“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.” 

Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face. 

“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought. 

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𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

strictly 18+ only // all content warnings can be found on each link

forewarning: obviously the voices aren’t going to sound exactly like the actors / characters so I’ve gone more for how the vibes and attitudes fit with the characters, you’ll just have to use your imagination tbh my darlings!!

most of these are intended for female / afab listeners

other than that go wild and happy listening my babies <3

Eddie Munson

cute goofy Eddie learning to dom

blowing shy virgin Eddie at a party

switch! Eddie wants to make you feel good

waking you up by eating you out

more switch! Eddie, dom then sub

pegging tied up Eddie

grinding on him whilst he works

Eddie being goofy and cuddly leading to a makeout session

getting fucked by the dungeon master

listening to Eddie jerk off

Steve Harrington

teasing you (fwb situation)

fucking you in a sundress in the middle of a park

jealous dom Steve

makeup sex with jealous Steve

Steve dirty talking and teasing you

voyeuristic Steve watching you get yourself off

Billy Hargrove

Billy gets you back for being a brat all day

putting you in your place (degradation)

Billy gets possessive when you wear your ex’s shirt

you get jealous so Billy reminds you you’re his

Billy’s jealous over your new roommate

Billy commanding and degrading you

Robin Buckley

friends to lovers, sharing a bed

shower sex with Robin

Robin wakes you up to fuck you

your first time with Robin

Robin helping you forget about your boyfriend

spending your day off in bed with Robin

experimenting, your first time with a girl

Robin worshipping your pussy

Nancy Wheeler

morning sex with Nancy

Nancy teaches you how to please her

more morning sex with Nancy

sharing a tent with Nancy

Nancy touching herself next to you until you wake up

Jonathan Byers

trying to be (soft) dom for the first time

needy sub Jonathan

first time with shy Jonathan

Jonathan isn’t getting the hint, so you take charge

riding devoted sub Jonathan after a stressful day

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main masterlist // stranger things masterlist

p.s. I will keep adding more as and when I find them / when they’re sent to me <3

on that note, if you find any you think would fit the characters please do feel free to send them my way so I can add them to the list!!

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Bleeding Love

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you always patch Peter up, even though you’re scared of blood

themes: whump, best friends to lovers, mutual pining

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Peter clutched his side as he swung to your window. He landed on your fire escape and let out a shaky breath before looking through your window. He saw you sitting at your desk and smiled a little, accidentally reopening the cut on his lip. He winced in pain and used your head to knock on your window. You looked up from your desk and immediately opened up your window.

“Good evening.” Peter smiled weakly.

“Good evening.” You chuckled. “You know, between your choice of greeting and you waiting outside my window like that, you’re becoming more like a vampire everyday.”

“Isn’t that what you’ve always dreamed of? A vampire boyfriend?” Peter teased as he climbed through your window. He took a seat on your bed and laid down for a second to catch his breath. He always came to you for patching up after patrol so he knew you wouldn’t mind.

“Yes. But you don’t exactly meet the criteria.”

“Why not? I can run really fast, all my senses are heightened, and I’m really pale and pasty. I’m basically a vampire.” Peter insisted as he propped himself up on his elbows. You smiled a little and walked over to him, tilted his chin up to check his teeth.

“Hm. No fangs though.” You clicked your tongue and dropped his chin. Peter blushed at the contact before pressing the button on his suit and letting it slip off his body.

“Oh please. I sat through ten hours of those poo poo garbage Twilight films with you. I know those sparkly vampires you love so much don’t have any fangs.” Peter said. You snuck a glance at him, letting your eyes linger on his abs for a second before quickly clearing your throat.

“I know you did not just call the greatest saga in cinematic history “poo poo garbage”.” You said and pretended to be offended.

“So what if I did?” Peter taunted. “What are you gonna do about it, jelly bean?”

“I’ve told you a hundred times not to call me that.” You groaned. “And you know what I could do about it? I could refuse to patch you up. I could just let you get septic and bleed out.”

“I have to call you jelly bean. It’s arguably the cutest nickname in existence and I don’t have a girlfriend to call that so I must bestow it onto you. And I don’t know what “septic” means, but it doesn’t sound good.”

“I don’t really know either.” You realized. “I’ve just heard it on bunch of times on Greys Anatomy. And if you call that “poo poo garbage” too, I’m gonna beat you up.”

“But I just got beat up.” Peter whined.

“I know. Come here.” You smiled softly and cupped his face in your hand. You took a antibiotic wipe from your first aid kit and started to wipe the dirt and dried up blood off of Peters face. When you wiped at the gash in his cheekbone, you noticed that the blood was still coming. Bright red blood trickled from the wound and you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You stumbled back a little before trying to collect yourself.

“Oh wow. You’re really bleeding.” You said with a fake smile so that he wouldn’t know something was bothering you.

“Yeah. He got me pretty bad.”

“It’s okay. I’ll fix you up.” You gulped and put the wipe down. Your held your breath as you dabbed at the cut with a hydrogen peroxide soaked Cotten ball. The blood was still coming, making you feel weaker by the second. You gagged a little and took a deep breath to keep from throwing up.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked when he noticed your expression.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You lied and continued to try and clean his wounds. You held gauze down on his cheek cut and applied pressure, relieved that the gauze covered the cut. Bright red blood started to seep through the white gauze and you felt your stomach drop. You gagged again and tried to play it off.

“Are you sure, jelly bean?” Peter asked. He reached forward and rested his hands on your hips to steady you.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be okay? And don’t call me that.” You said quietly and you applied some Neosporin to his cut.

“I don’t know. Your mood changed all the sudden.” Peter frowned as he studied your face.

“I’m fine. Just stay still.” You told him as you felt yourself salivating, something that always happened right before you threw up. You bit your tongue to keep from gagging and focused on applying a bandage to his face.

“Okay. I will.” Peter said, still not convinced that you were okay.

“How did this happen? I thought you always wore your mask?” You asked as you gently cleaned a bruise forming on his other cheek.

“I do. And I was. But I was trying to stop a purse snatching and one guy turned into four guys before I could get away. They all got a few good punches in.”

Your face changed as you picked up his hand and started to clean his bloody knuckles. This time, it wasn’t from nausea. You looked solemn as you silently cleaned the blood and dirt away.

“Whats wrong?” Peter asked as he gently tugged on your shirt.

“I hate that you have to do this. I hate that you have so much pressure on your shoulders.” You said quietly while wrapping a bandage around his hand.

“I don’t mind it. I kinda love it actually. I love being important.”

“You’ve always been important.” You said without looking into his eyes. Peter smiled softly and scooted to the end of your bed to be closer to you.

“I know. But now I feel like I’m important to other people.”

“You’ve always been important to me.” You told him. “Even when you were shorter and smaller and wore those adorable glasses that I miss so much.”

“I still have them. They’ve just been in the same spot on my dresser for the last three years.” Peter told you, making you smile as you finished bandaging his other hand. You stayed in comfortable silence as you cleaned a scrape on his clavicle. You had to push Peter back a little so he propped himself up on elbows to give you better access to his wound. You gulped a little and tried to think of anything other than his abs or his bleeding cuts.

“Do you really miss it?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Miss what?”

“The old me.”

“I like every version of you.” You chuckled as you looked into his eyes.

“I know. But if you had to pick one. Pre bite or post bite?”

“I do like the new you.” You admitted. “I like your confidence and all your new abilities. I especially like that you can just shoot a web and grab us things from the kitchen without ever having to get off the couch. And the giant muscles aren’t too bad either….”

“But?” Peter asked when you trailed off. You looked into his eyes for a second before looking back down at the wound.

“But sometimes I miss when you’d come over in the middle of the night because you wanted to show me a passage in a book you just read. Or something you had built out of Legos without using an instructions. Now you come over in the middle of the night with bloody lips and black eyes. I don’t know. I just worry about you.”

You both into silence again while you patched up a laceration on his shoulder. The sight of the blood made you feel weak again but you powered through for Peters sake. You patched his shoulder up before cupping his face to see if he had any other lacerations that needed attention. Peter looked into your eyes with his brown eyes and gave you a soft smile.

“Sometimes I miss when it was simple. I miss when I knew you were safe.” You said quietly.

“Come here.” Peter said as he stood up. He pulled you into his arms and held your head against his shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his bare torso and let out a sigh, relived that he made it home safe another night.

“I’m so glad you’re my best friend. I don’t know what I would do without you, jelly bean.” Peter mumbled in your ear as he stroked your hair down.

“Me either.” You chuckled and hugged him tighter.

“Hey. You didn’t scold me that time.” He smiled and he pulled away to cup your face.

“Yeah. Don’t get used to it.” You scrunched your nose, making him laugh. You laughed as well before stepping back into the hug.

“Sometimes I feel bad for people who aren’t us. What do people who don’t have a super hero best friend do on Saturday nights?” You asked against his shoulder.

“I know right? Their lives must be so boring.” Peter chuckled

“Must be.” You sighed and held him tighter. The hug lingered a little longer than it shoudl for just friends and you both seemed to become aware of that at the same time. You pulled away from the hug and awkwardly patted his shoulders.

“Okay. You’re all cleaned up. Are you okay to get home by yourself

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Peter winced and limped over to where he kept spare clothes in your room.

“No you wont.” You sighed when you noticed the limp.

“Yeah. I won’t.” Peter admitted as he tugged a shirt on.

“Do you want to crash on my top bunk?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Peter smiled and went over to the ladder of your bunk bed. He was about to climb up but stopped to look at you.

“Hey.” He said softly. “Thanks for always patching me up.”

“No problem.” You smiled at him.

“I love you jelly bean.” He said with a teasing smile.

“And I often dislike you but ultimately tolerate you.” You shrugged, making him smile.

“Just kidding. Love you too.” You said with a playful roll of your eyes.

A few nights later, your phone rang in the middle of the night. You didn’t open your eyes as you reached over and held the phone to your ear.

“Jelly bean?” Peters shaky voice sounded.

“Peter? What time is it?” You asked through a yawn.

“I messed up.” Peter whimpered, making you sit up in bed.

“What? What happened?” You asked, feeling fully awake now.

“I got hurt. I’m really hurt.” He said, sounding like he was crying.

“Okay. It’s okay. I’m here. Can you tell me where you are?” You asked as you got out of your bed.

“I’m in the alley next to that diner you hate.”

“Ew. I hate that diner.” You mumbled as you threw some supplies into a backpack.

“It’s really bad, jelly bean.” Peter whimpered. “I got hurt really bad this time.”

“It’s okay. Just try to stay calm. I’m gonna come get you okay? Is there anything else I should bring besides the first aid kit?” You asked as you threw anything you could think of into your backpack.

“Just a lot of gauze. I think I lost a lot of blood.” Peter said, making you stop in your tracks. Your mind immediately pictured the amount of blood awaiting you and you felt nauseous just from the thought of it. You sat down on your bed and put your head between your hands to try and calm yourself down.

“Jelly bean? You there?” Peter panted.

“Yeah. I’m here. I’m gonna stay on the line okay? I won’t hang up on you. I’m on my way.” You told him as you climbed out your window. You went down your fire escape as fast as you could and started running towards the diner.

“Please hurry. I don’t feel so good.” Peter whined, starting to sound weaker.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m coming. Just hang on, Peter. I’m coming.”

“Okay. Okay, please hurry.” Peter cried on the other line.

“I’m coming. Just hang on. I’ll be right there. Just keep talking to me, okay? Don’t stop talking.”

“I don’t know what to talk about. I’m really scared.”

“Don’t be scared. You shouldn’t be scared. Someone who has endured 18 seasons of Greys Anatomy is on their way. You’re in good hands.” You said, and you heard a pained laugh.

“That’s so many seasons.” Peter said through a laugh.

“Don’t I know it. And I was there for every single one.”

“You need to start watching better television.”

“Yeah. Once I patch you up, you can show me your favorite show. How does that sound?” You asked him.

“That sounds good. We can do that.”

“Okay. It’s a date.” You said as you spotted the diners neon sign.

“It’s a date.” Peter said, and you could tell he was saying it through a smile.

“I see you. I’m gonna hang up now. But I’m right here. Can you see me?” You asked him as you made your way down the alley.

“Yeah. I can see you.” Peter said as the two of you made eye contact. You hung up and slid your phone into the waistband of your pajama bottoms before getting on your knees.

“Hey. What happened?” You asked as you cupped your face and made Peter look at you. His mask was off and he was slumped up against the side of a building looking pale and broken.

“This guy stabbed me. And then he stabbed me a lot more times.” Peter said in a weak voice. You made a face and Peter frowned.

“What?”

“I hate to split hairs here, but it’s “many” more times. You know how I hate improper grammar.” You told him before cracking a smile.

“You’re so annoying.” Peter whined through a smile.

“I know. I’m sorry.“ You sighed. “I’m gonna check on the wound, okay?”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as you pressed the button on his suit. It loosened and you pulled it down his body until your found the stab wound. Once the suit was past his waist, you saw the large gash from the knife. It was deep and gushing blood, making the corners of your vision turn black. There were smaller stab wounds surrounding the big one, making Peters stomach look like a cutting board. You immediately gagged but played it off as a cough.

“Oh my God.” You said in a grave voice.

“Is it bad?” Peter asked, but you could barely hear him. You were disassociating to keep yourself from thinking about how much blood you were looking at.

“No. It’s not bad.” You lied as you took a bunch of medical supplies out of your backpack.

“Then why did you react like that?” Peter asked while you applied pressure to the biggest wound. The gauze immediately saturated with his blood and you gagged again.

“I didn’t react. This is just my face.” You lied again and got more gauze.

“Are you sure it’s not bad? It feels really bad.” Peter panted as he tried to get a look at the wound.

“It’s not that bad. Are you in pain?”

“Yeah. I am.” Peter admitted. You looked into his eyes in a panic, not used to him admitting when he was in pain.

“Peter. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I got you.” You assured him as you dug around in your back back with your free hand. You put his hand over the gauze so that you could tug his suit all the way off. You helped him into a pair of basketball shorts that he had left at your house before changing out the gauze. Peter let out a little whimper when you applied pressure.

“I know it hurts. I’m so sorry.” You said as tears welled up in your eyes.

“I’ve never been hurt this bad. I usually heal pretty fast but I don’t know this time. I’m really scared, jelly bean. I feel really scared.” Peter told you, crying as well.

“Don’t be scared. I think the bleeding is gonna stop soon. I’m gonna lift the gauze and check okay?”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as you lifted the gauze. The wound was still gushing blood and you almost fell over from the sight.

“Oh my God.” You gagged and adverted your eyes.

“Did you just gag?”

“No.” You lied and darted your eyes to the side. When you looked back, you saw the wound again and gagged.

“You gagged again.”

“I’m not gagging.” You lied through a gag as you patched up his wound. Once that one was handled, you moved on to the other smaller ones. You gagged each time you had to clean one and stopped trying to hide it.

“Oh my God. This is so gross. I’m gonna puke.”

You gagged and looked away as you applied pressure to a wound.

“Are you okay?” Peter panted as he watched your behavior with confusion.

“No. I’m not okay. Nothing about this is okay.” You gagged again as you put a bandage on a cut.

“Is it really that bad?” Peter worried, thinking your reaction was from his injuries.

“No. It’s not you. I….I have hemophobia.”

“You hate gay people?” Peters eyes widened.

“What? No!” You shouted. “It’s fear of blood you dingus. I have a fear of blood, okay? If makes me really nauseous and I feel like I have to faint when I see to much. And I am seeing a whole lot right now. A whole lot.”

“What? You have a fear of blood? Since when?”

“I don’t know. Since always.” You mumbled in embarrassment while patching up another wound.

“You never told me that. Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” Peter asked, sounding hurt from your secret keeping. You were too busy gagging to realize he was hurt.

“Because what kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t take care of you? I’m the only one who knows your secret. If I wasn’t there to patch you up, you would probably get septic and die for real.”

“So you just…”

“I hold back my vomit and power through until you’re okay.” You shrugged as you pressed down on another wound.

“You do that every time?” Peter asked in a soft voice.

“Every time.” You nodded, finally looking into his eyes. You had both hands pressing down on a gauze pad as you stared into each others eyes. He sat up a little, no matter how much it hurt him, and brushed some hair away from your face.

“Why?”

“Because I love you. And I need you need to be okay.” You told him, making a smile tug at the corners of his lips. Even as bruised and broken as he was, he still looked perfect. Peter slipped his hand beneath the back of your head and pulled your closer to him as he sat up.

“I love you too, Jelly bean.” He said as his eyes fluttered shut. Yours closed too but instead of feeling a kiss, you felt his hand go limp and flop to the ground. Your eyes flew open and you saw that Peters head was hanging limply to the side and he had lost consciousness.

“Fuck. Peter? Peter, are you okay?” You panicked and checked his pulse. His heartbeat was there but very faint.

“Peter, wake up. I don’t like this, Peter. Peter wake up! Hey! Hello! Time to wake up! Can you hear me? Peter wake up!” You cried as you shook his body. His eyes didn’t open so tears came to yours.

“I gotta get you to a hospital.” You whispered and quickly put yo ur backpack on. You went to Peters side and slipped your arms under his knees and torso before trying to lift. He was much heavier than you imagined but you kept going until you got him off the ground. The blood was soaking through the gauze right in your eyeline and you felt your knees buckle but you never dropped him.

“I bet Thors best friend doesn’t have to do this shit.” You groaned as you started to walk down the alley with Peters lifeless frame in your arms. Your steps were slow and careful as you carried him out onto the streetlight lit sidewalk.

“Okay. Here we go. Okay.” Your voice was strained as you struggled to carry him. You tried to walk as fast as you could but he was seriously weighing you down.

“Oh my God. You’re so heavy. You’re like a bag of sand.” You groaned as your knees buckled again. You fell to your knees but were careful not to drop Peter as an idea came to you.

“Over the shoulder. Over the shoulder is how we’re gonna do this.” You decided as you threw Peter over your shoulder. He was still heavy but not as bad as before. You kept walking and were able to pull your phone out of your waistband.

“Siri, where’s the nearest hospital?” You shouted at it.

“Showing results for hot pockets near you.” Siri answered.

“What the fuck is a hot pocket?” You mumbled and kept walking. You turned to see if any cars were coming and accident smacked Peters head against a stop sign.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry!” You winced and gently set him down to see if he was okay. That’s when you noticed all the blood that had soaked into your clothing. Your shoulder was drenched in blood and the stain had spread down yoru body. Your hands and face also had his blood on them now and you started to gag.

“Okay. That’s a lot of blood. I am covered in a lot of blood.” You spoke out loud to calm yourself down. You tried to wipe the blood off on your hands but it wouldn’t come off.

“Okay. It’s not coming off. There’s too much. But that’s okay. It’s just blood. Blood keeps us alive. It’s just blood. Just Peters blood all over me. Drenching my clothes and staining my hands. That’s fine. This is fine.” You repeated to yourself as you picked him back up again. You let out a loud cry as you threw him over your shoulder and kept going.

“This is fine. Everything is fine.” You told yourself while tears streamed down your face. You crossed the street and kept walking until you saw one of those blue signs that points to the nearest hospital. You adjusted Peter on your shoulder and walked as fast as you can. You could feel the hot blood trickling down your body, making your shirt stick to your skin. You gagged and felt yourself getting weaker by the second. You’d never seen this much blood before and it was really difficult for you to push through. Finally, you saw the bright lights of a hospital up ahead.

“Okay. We’re here. We’re here, Peter.” You shouted to him as you ran through the front doors.

“I need some help!” You cried out. A bunch of nurses and a few doctors immediately ran over to you. Someone took Peter off your shoulder and set him down on a gurney.

“He lost a lot of blood.” You told a doctor as you caught sight of your hands again. They were drenched in Peters blood and your fingers were sticking together. You looked away from them and saw Peters chest, seeing that all of his stab wounds had bled through the bandages you had placed. You looked away from that too and made eye contact with yourself in a nearby mirror. You had blood all over your face but clean skin poked out in streaks from where your tears had cleaned the blood away.

“He lost so much blood.” You whispered before passing out.

Peter woke up before you, becoming very confused when he realized he was in a hospital bed. He looked over and saw you fast asleep in a hospital chair that you had pulled up to his bed. Your hand was holding his as your head rested on your arm. Peter smiled softly and gave your hand a squeeze. He watched you stir awake and slowly lift your head up.

“Hey.” Peter smiled at you.

“Hey.” You smiled in relief and sat up in your chair.

“Am I in a hospital?” He asked you.

“Yeah. It turns out the first aid kit that fell off that truck in front of us that one time is no match for major stab wounds.” You said, making him crack a smile. When he noticed the blood staining your clothes. You had cleaned your face before going to sleep but you didn’t have any spare clothes with you.

“You look like a used tampon.” Peter said, making you both laugh.

“I feel like one too.” You told him. “And I don’t suppose you feel much better.”

“I can’t say that I do.” He sighed. “Have you been here all night?”

“Yeah. Of course I have.”

“But you’re scared of blood.” Peter said softly.

“You remember that?”

“I remember everything you say to me.”

“I only told you that because I thought you were dead.” You chuckled shyly and looked down at your still intertwined hands.

“I lived bitch.” Peter said in a completely serious tone. You both laughed and you gave his hand another squeeze.

“I’m glad you did.” You told him. “I’m glad you lived.”

“Me too.” Peter smiled softly and gave your hand another squeeze. He looked around again at all his IV’s and tubes and frowned suddenly.

“Wait a second. How did I get here?”

“I lifted you up WWE style and carried you here.”

“No way. WWE?” Peter laughed in surprise.

“Honest to God.” You nodded. “I was ready to rumble.”

Peter threw his head back and laughed again before wincing in pain. He put his hand over his stomach and felt the bandages beneath his hospital gown. His expression changed suddenly and he looked at you.

“What?” You wondered.

“You carried me here. You picked me up and carried me here.” He said through an unbelieving smile.

“Well I wasn’t gonna let you get septic and bleed out.” You rolled your eyes a little.

“You’re too good to me.” Peter smiled and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. He frowned when he felt how dried out your hands were.

“Your hands are all chapped.” He said and looked at you in confusion.

“Yeah, I uh….” You trailed off and laughed in embarrassment.

“I had to get the blood off. But it stained. So I had to really scrub.” You said as you looked at your hands. You remembered the night before when you woke up after passing out. You remembered scrubbing your hands until they hurt just to get the blood off.

“Is that all my blood?” Peter asked when he looked at your stained clothes again.

“Nah. I had a nosebleed.” You said in a serious tone. Peter frowned in confusion and you cracked a smile.

“I’m kidding. This is your blood. You’re like, full of it.”

“Most people are.” He said, making you laugh. He laughed as well before looking at you seriously. He reached out and cupped your cheek so that you would look at him.

“You saved my life, jelly bean.”

“No I didn’t.” You laughed shyly. “The doctors did. I was just your ride. And by that I mean you physically rode my shoulder to this hospital.”

“You were more than that. You came and found me in the middle of the night and carried me to the hospital. Even with your homophobia and everything.”

“Hemophobia.” You corrected.

“Yeah, that. Why didn’t you tell me about that?” Peter asked, and this time you could tell he was hurt.

“Because you’d stop coming to me if you knew.” You said without looking at him. Peter put his other hand on your face so that your eyes met his once again.

“If you’re scared of blood, wouldn’t you want me to stop coming to you?”

“No. I never want you to stop coming to me.” You shook your head, making him smile a little. Peter rubbed his thumb along your cheek as you wrapped your hand around his wrist.

“I love you what you do. I love that you’re Spiderman. But I love Peter Parker more. And sometimes I worry that if you’re always off saving the world, you’ll get too busy for your old best friend. So when you come knocking at my window needing a bandaid, even if it makes me want to puke, I’m happy that you’re there. I’m happy you still need me.”

“I’m always gonna need you, jelly bean.” Peter said softly as his eyes dropped to your lips.

“I’m pretty sure I told you not to call me that.” You said with a teasing smile as his hands slipped off your face.

“And I’m pretty sure I told you that until I get a girlfriend, you’re gonna have to deal with it.” Peter shot back.

“So you’d still call me that even if I was your girlfriend?” You raised an eyebrow, making Peters face turn red.

“Well I suppose I’d call you other things too.” He gulped and looked at your lips again.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Bloody Mary.” He said, making you burst out laughing.

“Not cool. That was a low blow.”

“Carrie is another good one. Because of what happened to her at prom.”

“Hm. Yes. I would love it if you called me another’s girls name. That’s what every girl dreams of.”

“I’m kidding.” Peter laughed shyly. “I’d still call you jelly bean because I truly do think it’s a top tier nickname, but I’d call you all the other ones too. Baby, princess, lover-“

“I like lover.” You cut in, making Peter blush again.

“Then I’d call you lover. If you were mine.” Peter said with a soft smile. You raised your eyebrows and started to laugh as you looked at him.

“What?” He wondered. “Why are you laughing?”

“Peter, you said it yourself. I came and found you in the middle of the night and carried you to the hospital. Even with my hemophobia and everything. I…” You trailed off and looked at him, knowing this was the moment when everything would change.

“I’m already yours.”

Peter’s eyes softened as he sat up even more in his hospital bed. You felt your chest tighten and felt like something big was about to happen.

“Could you please come closer?” Peter asked in a quiet voice. You understood what Peter was really asking for and got out of your chair to lean over him. He slipped a hand behind your head as he pulled you down into a kiss. You smiled against his lips as you thought of the almost kiss from the night before and wondering if he remembered it too. Peter moved his hands to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. When you pulled away, you smiled at him for just a second before it dropped.

“Oh my God.”

“What? What’s wrong? Because the way you’re looking at me right now is not how a man wants to be looked at after kissing a girl for the first time.”

“Your nose is bleeding.” You whispered as a wave of nausea hit you.

“Oh no.” Peters eyes widened. “You’re not gonna-“

Peter stopped speaking when you grabbed his bed pan and threw up into it. You looked at him sheepishly before handing him a couple of tissues.

“Throw up are you.” He finished his sentence as he accepted the tissues.

“Sorry. I can usually stop that. You just caught me off guard.” You smiled in embarrassment as you sat on the end of his bed.

“It’s okay.” Peter said as he took your hand again. “You were strong for me all night. You needed to get that out. Don’t be sorry, lover.”

You smiled at the nickname and laid down down on Peters bed and cuddled into his side.

“I have to say, I much prefer that to jelly bean.” You said as you looked up at him. Peter smiled down at you as you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

“So do I, lover. So do I.”

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CHRIS EVANS LADbible TV, 2022

Hot Mess | P. Parker

Pairing: dark!college!MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: After two years, Peter's on his own, turning his back on his past and gaining independance as Spider-man. Agreeing to go to another dumb frat party with his new friend Harry Osborne in exchange for a job at Oscorp, he didn't think the night would end up with you.

Warnings: (18+) Follows ending of No Way Home, MCU spoilers. alcohol, lots of smut minors dni (primary scene is in this first chapter for storyline purposes), one night stand, degrading (name calling), dom!peter, dark!peter, slight choking, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 3.3K

K's Note: so im throwing up rn bc i have anxiety and i really want everyone to like this series. chapter 2 is already in the works and should be a lot longer, chapter one is primarily a preface, everything will piece together a little better once that's up:) enjoy!

*Series Masterlist | Ending NWH Scene - based off of.

Chapter One | His Apartment

X

Peter had tasted nothing but bitter tragedy following his public incidences over two years ago. Although he now manages to block those graphic memories out, the same memories sometimes tend to linger in his mind, and it nearly breaks him every time.

Images of two other Spider-men fighting alongside him, Dr Strange waving his hands gloriously as he casts ancient spells, and both Ned and MJ standing by with hopeful eyes -- all while the public chanted his name. Peter Parker, Peter Parker, Peter Parker.

Peter wanted to believe that he made the right choice. He originally came to the conclusion that a normal life wasn’t for him, and instead he has destiny to save lives in his red suit, and that's his purpose in the universe; therefore, there’s no going back, no MIT with his old friends, and no living the best of both lives.

Well, at least that's what he thought when everyone had forgotten him.

For what felt like weeks on end, he was lost — there was no more turning to Mr. Stark or Dr. Strange, he couldn't ask Aunt May what was on the menu for dinner tonight, and he couldn't give MJ a late night Face Time.

Despite the never ending nightmare that seems to haunt Peter like an unearthly curse, he felt hopeful within the small top-floor apartment within the olden brown-brick building he had been renting in the midst of Queens, NY.

He's alone, yet he's independent. It's not that he has no one left, but it's that he's now self sufficient and can confidently follow what seems to be his destiny by remembering what those he's met along the way have taught him.

And he's content with it.

And he's content with it.

Peter sits in his black rolling chair, his feet kicked onto his desk as he fiddles with a pencil. Physics class work is sprawled next to an open laptop, and as Peter stares at the blank pages of his notebook, he listens in to the police radio that would sound with static every now and then, the intermittency of the frequency dialed poorly due to the excitement Peter had when he first discovered it -- he's too lazy to fix it.

The static grows nosier, then draws back, a few voices of policemen exchanging crime codes, yet none of them are relevant enough for him to swing in to save the day.

He sighs as he throws his head back in boredom, frustration clouding his brilliant mind as he hasn’t heard a single thing from that damn radio. He was itching to throw his suit on, kick doors down, and sling some webs — basically anything besides his school work.

Laying low and living a quiet double life was something Peter had finally mastered after these gruesome two years. Working part time, attending college, and paying bills came to him easily. When crime and chaos would erupt in the city, he would discretely change into his suit and swing into action within minutes, and the more it happened, the sooner he’d be able to master that, too.

“Yo what’s up?” Peter is quick to pick up his vibrating phone, answering the call from one of the only real relationships he’s allowed himself to make in this new chapter of his.

To be clear, Peter didn’t just mature and tame the balance between his suit and his normal life. It wasn’t easy. He had four simple yet selfless rules for himself — no friends, no family, no females. No relationships. Peter’s philosophy was that he can’t get close to anyone, and no one could get close to him.

Well, except for Harry. Harry is pretty dense when it comes to street smarts.

“Hey, man. Don’t hate me, but I gotta put my foot down on this one.” Harry, answers. “You’re coming out with me tonight, buddy.”

“I don’t do that stuff, Harry.” Peter sighs, spinning around in his chair to stare at the police radio. “I’m done with that stuff, remember?”

“Just do me a solid, Peter. Come out with me.” Harry presses. "Stop being a loser."

“Why should I?” Peter entertains it. As much as he appreciates his only friend, Harry could be annoying at times, but Peter would never want to lose him — he’d go mad if he had no one to talk to at all.

“Because you’re my best friend, man. I’m tired of going alone, and it’s kinda up your alley.” Harry explains. “Look… if you go with me, I’ll finally hook you up at Oscorp.”

“Really?” Peter’s brows raise in delight, his feet falling to the floor as he sits up. Harry's offer was believable, especially since he's the son of the CEO. “With a job and everything?”

“Yeah, dude. My co-workers at Oscorp will be there, too, hence why it's up your alley. I'll be at yours in a few.” Harry finishes, the line going silent.

Peter hated parties. In his first year of college, Harry had dragged Peter to every house party he could find, ever since they met at freshman orientation. In Peter’s second year, he vowed never again.

But getting hooked up with Oscorp? He figured that getting into that place would build up his resume, so he could finally get a hand in Stark Industries. For some odd reason, Peter felt attached to Mr. Stark's legacy, and even if he was no longer tied to the famed hero or the rest of the Avengers, he felt obligated to be at a safe distance from those he loved -- even if it meant that he would be some nobody that worked there.

Harry would be here at any moment — he lives down the hall, renting one of the other studio apartments in the same brown building.

Throwing on a more appealing shirt/flannel duo and some jeans and converse, Peter takes one quick look in the mirror, using his fingers to attempt to fix up his short light brown waves, then patiently waits for Harry.

X

Some uppidy pop/trap/club mix thumps throughout the entire frat house. A large game of beer pong was playing in the middle of what seemed to be a dirty living room, while an entire crowd mingles, drinks, and dances throughout the property.

Harry had explained on the way here that he basically tricked Peter into going out. He was going on about finally having a girlfriend after a while, and he wanted Peter to finally put himself out there so he wouldn't feel bad if Harry gets too kept-up with his new girl.

Peter wanted to get irritated with him, but he found it easier to just shut up and go. Plus, Harry was right -- its been a while since Peter has been out for a night as the normal college student he’s supposed to be.

The only thing that Peter was hesitant with would be Harry’s determination to find him some company, because a lover would potentially disrupt his lowkey routine as ‘Peter, just Peter’. He was doing incredibly well by sacrificing the need of any more loved ones near him, and having another girl at his side would only jeopardize the two years of progress he’s made.

So as Peter and Harry blend into the crowd of rowdy college students, arms full of beers, Peter decides to get unequivocally hammered in attempts at blocking out Harry's dumb ideas, and actually letting loose for once.

Harry drags him around, and they find the coworkers from Oscorp. Peter instantly clicks with them, bonding with the other scientists that seemed to like him back. The two mesh into the small group, then proceed to bounce around the party. The group takes turns with a beer funnel before easing into more drunken conversation and even a few (terribly messy) games of beer pong.

“Yo, this guy is great. Cant wait for you to join our team.” One of Harry’s friends says it through slurred words.

“I can'tttt even wait.” Peter agrees, his words just as trashed as his.

This felt nice. Its not like the initial house parties that Peter first attended with Harry — but maybe, Peter thought it was the high school parties that he’d get picked on at, that made him hate them so much.

It’s different now. Peter’s grown. He’s his own person, establishing a new-found confidence and dominance that his skinny high school self would’t even recognize.

Momentarily, Peter walks away from the group, finding a lonely beer cooler in the backyard. Reaching to grab another beer, he completely bodies into someone.

“Woah. What the fuck, man?” You were completely taken out, landing in the grass, your feisty attitude spilling out of your mouth without a filter.

“Shit, ‘m sorry.” Peter’s still drunk, yet the action had sobered him up a little bit — and although he felt bad for knocking you on your ass, he was suddenly glad that he did.

Helping you up, he watches you intently as you brush off your tight mini skirt, your hands then moving to the tight matching top you had on, your visible sinched midriff teasing him. You then go to brush a strand of grass out of your hair, yet as you do, he stops you, removing the grass with his own hand, and tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“So is that how you pick up girls or something?” Your attitude fades away as your eyes soften at the sight of his intense jawline, kind brown eyes, and wonderfully tousled chocolate waves. You wanted to give him some more harsh words, but the adorably confused look on his face told you that he wasn't a threat, but simply a gentle and clumsy guy.

“I — no, I don’t really do that.” His eyes are boyishly stuck on your chest, and although your shirt didn’t show any cleavage, god was that shirt just perfectly tight on you. “I’m just genuinely — I’m really sorry about that.”

“Hey.” You answer, noticing where his gaze fell, a sly smile creeping on your lips. Ignoring his apology, you place one of your hands on the side of his chiseled face, cupping his cheek. “Don’t look down there, look at me.”

“Fuck, I —“ Peter squeezes his eyes closed, then opens them to look at you in those big eyes of yours, all while enjoying your soft touch on his face. “I — shit, I didn’t mean to —“

“Mean to what?” As you’ve been looking at him, there was something about his innocent face that made you think he’d throw you around like a rag doll — and although you told yourself you wouldn’t hook up with anyone tonight, something in you wanted to find out if he would. “Hm? Mean to stare at my tits?”

“Yeah.” Peter sighs, and although his face is red with embarrassment, it’s also hot from not only staring at you like you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, but also the slight seduction in your voice that seems to tear him away from his one sole promise of not involving himself with a girl tonight.

But… something with no strings attached shouldn’t hurt, right?

“Mm, I’m actually really ok with you looking.” You say it daringly, using your thumb to pull his chin down so he could get a clear view. With the help of your natural confidence, something in you knew that he’d bite. “Maybe I’d let you see them.”

Your eyes lie on him as he takes a few moments to think. He smelled good, really good, especially for drinking at a frat party, and you were interested in the type of light woodsy cologne he was wearing. His shirt and flannel looked just as nice on him, and as you took in the view of your mysterious cute guy of the night, you thought he’d be a great candidate to take home to your dad.

Clean cut, normal, smart looking, well mannered. Slightly charming. Respectful.

Like you’d be taking him home to meet your dad. Funny one, Y/n, you’re hilarious.

“You’d be into that?” Peter phases out of his gawky awkwardness, regaining a sense of authority over himself. For just once, he wanted some type of action, shit, he’s still a boy with hormones. Do you know how long it’s been since he’s been laid?

“With you? Yes I would.” You return quickly, your thumb now brushing the corner of his lips. “Why don’t you get me out of here?”

X

Your back hits the inside wall of his apartment ridiculously hard, the wind knocked out of you as Peter presses his lips to your neck in a frenzy, the delightful touch of his softness spreading through your neck. With a swift hand, he lifts the top of your shirt up, exposing your perfectly perky breasts.

“God, you’re such a pretty little thing.” Peter says it darkly, eyeing your angelic body in that tight little set, then kissing the tops of your cleavage, his touch tickling you with delight. Your eyes shut with bliss as he continues to pepper you with feverish kisses, the touch driving you wild with ecstasy.

He then meets your lips, and almost immediately, you both share sloppy, wet kisses, your tongues battling for dominance -- and you couldn’t figure out if you wanted him to fuck you already, or if you wanted the kisses to last forever, because fuck, he’s good at it.

He places a strong arm around your waist, picking you up and nearly flinging you onto his bed. As you prop yourself up with an elbow, you catch him with his flannel already off, and now almost tearing his t-shirt off of his broad body, revealing a tight, toned, and very fit build.

Peter looked like a dark wet dream — the way his perfectly messy hair tousles above his head, his dim-litted eyes looking at you immorally, his body something of a greek fantasy. He was everything you ever craved, and more, and it pained you.

“Aw, what’s wrong babe?” Peter asks it as if he had no clue how insanely attractive he is, towering over you with his sculpted abs on display as you laid there on his bed like a delicate flower. “Not so confident anymore, are you?”

“Shut up and just put your mouth on me.” You tried to sound it out as you normally would, but Peter saw right through you.

He approaches, dragging you to the edge of the bed so that your ass was right there, and he kneels onto the floor, lifting up your skirt with more of his brute force, and pushing your panties to the side. His eyes light up as his fingers are met with your glistening heat.

“You’re so needy, and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” He gives a cheeky smile, and somehow, it’s almost menacing. “Be a good girl for me, ok?”

Before you can reply, his tongue is already flicking at your silky folds, making their way to your sensitive little bud. You arch your back at the intense bliss that Peter was granting you, your body squirming at his impressive touch. A soft string of lovely, attractive little moans sounds from your mouth, and Peter can't get enough of it.

His hands rub the inside of your thighs, then he presses down on your stomach, and suddenly, you feel a fire burning in your core, your hands interlacing with his chestnut curls.

“I’m —“

“Let it out, all over my face.” Peter breathes. “Come on pretty girl, cum for me.”

As his tongue laps your wetness quicker than before, and your body jerks with uncontrollable pleasure, you can’t help but fail to contain yourself as your juices squirt onto his handsome face, your moans loud and sexy.

And just like that, Peter knew he needed you.

As you sit up, you notice him licking his fingers clean, and he swipes a bit of your sweet cum off of his cheek.

“Open.” Peter’s voice is rugged and demanding as his eyes are full of lust, his fingers reaching towards your lips. You do as ordered, your lips parting as his thick fingers enter your mouth, your own sweetness filling your tastebuds. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

As he removes his jeans, he looks down at you with pure seduction, loving the way you say so patient just for him. Taking off his boxers, his thick cock slaps to his stomach, a glistening string of precum dripping from his head as the boxers fall to the floor. “Your turn, pretty girl.”

Never have you ever wanted a cock in your mouth so badly before, and like you were his fucking wife, you gladly dropped to your knees, taking his package inbetween your lips, and down your throat.

And god, it burned. Everything was burning — the lust, the passion, the desire to have him inside of you. His hands find the back of your head, and he twirls your hair around his fingers.

And there, on the cold hardwood floor of his apartment, you kneel, sitting on the back of your heels, your skirt hiked up to your waist, and you boobs still sticking out of that tight shirt, your tongue swirling around his cock as you look up at him through foxy doe eyes, as if you were his personal little whore.

“Good girl, just like that.” Peter says in between groans, his large hands helping you bob onto his throbbing cock. Usually you’d shove a guy off at an action like that, but here you are, loving the feeling of him filling your throat, the idea of him dominating you driving you over the edge.

Then, for a split second, he thrusts into your gorgeous little face, facefucking you til you couldn't take it anymore.

“C’mon,” Peter stops you once you've had enough, and you pull away, a sinful trail of spit still connected to your lips. He then lifts you up and throws you back onto his bed, tearing that god damn skirt off of you, followed by ripping your tight shirt off of you. He pumps his cock a few times, his eyes never leaving your heavenly body.

“Look at you. All pretty for me.” Peter says, his fingers still stroking his hard on while he places his free hand back onto your heat, rubbing slow circles. “You like it when I do this to you?”

“Y, fuck — yes.” You can barely speak, you need him in you, desperately.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He toys, the tip of his cock just barely grazing your entrance. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh my god.” You huff, “Fucking use me already.”

“You’re going to be a good little slut for me, right?” Peter continues to tease, his eyes eating up the sight of your dainty body and dripping core.

“Y — yes,” You sweetly moan, his ears filling with pleasure.

“Mm, you like it when I treat you like this, don’t you?” He suddenly enters your glistening pussy without warning, and you sigh joyfully at the feeling of him stretching you out with his thick cock, a deep groan escaping his lips as he begins to pump in and out of you.

“Fuck, yes, I —” You say it just as your breath hitches in overwhelming pleasure, looking up at him through seductive feline eyes, and it drives Peter insane. "Let me be your dirty little cum slut."

He begins to thrust in and out of you, pounding into you senselessly after hearing your words as a strong hand reaches around your throat. He leans into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Do you like it? Tell me how my cock feels.” Peter pants in between thrusts.

“So fucking — good.” You moan it sweetly as you lie there, taking his throbbing member like the good little girl you are. Peter looks down at the sight with extreme pleasure, going faster, just to hear how amazing you moan for him.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this.” He lets go of your throat, now grabbing a handful of your ass as he uses it to hold on, his thrusts reaching deeper into your wet core. “You’re such a pretty little slut for me, fuck.”

“Fuck I’m going to — fuck.” You gasp, holding onto Peter’s rock hard bicep.

“Come on, babe, all over me.” He begs now, his pace never slowing.

Just as you cry out in utter bliss, he waits for you to come down from your orgasm, and like perfect timing, his load shoots onto your bare chest, your angelic figure soaked in his cum.

X

It wasn’t that deep, but you loved it. Fuck, he loved it.

Bottom line is, is that this was a one and done for both you and him; however, that doesn’t excuse that it’s one in the morning, and you’re stuck in a random apartment in some part of Queens that you weren’t all too familiar with — so, Peter being the careful gentleman he is, convinces you to stay the night so you could catch a train home in the safety of daylight.

What it really was, was the fact that he had woken up in the middle of the night to his arm wrapped around you protectively, your body pressed up against his like it belonged there — but it doesn’t.

It was wrong. Something he can’t afford in this time of his life, something he swore to have given up, no matter how amazing the sex was, and no matter how nice it felt to hold you in his arms—

Static.

A few concerned voices.

Just like magic, the police radio alerts him of a mass robbery in Manhattan.

Peter carefully climbs out of bed, slips into his suit, and is swiftly out of his bedroom window.

X

You weren’t surprised to find the bed empty that morning; moreover, you were pissed that he had tore your clothing to pieces, leaving you with not only no knowledge of where the hell you are, but no clothes to leave in.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Isn't this his damn apartment?

And unfortunately for you, your body ached for him, and you hated it. You were wonderfully great at one night stands, and had no problem leaving and never remembering, but this one would be a tough one to get over.

And just like that, he had left you in his apartment with just you and your thoughts, alone.

X